Authors note: this is my first fanfic so don't be hating my style! All types of reviews welcome
Chapter 1:The Party
"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO! Hey fives, you know who else likes sweet party's, MY MOM, YA" Mordecai glared at muscleman as the fat green man danced around with his shirt off. "Duuuuuude, have you like, ever noticed that like, chocolate looks like poo?" Mordecai sighed as he turned around to see just who it was this time. To his surprise, it was Rigby, probably the most stoned Mordecai had ever seen him. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN, WHAT IF BENSON SEES YOU!" Mordecai glanced around the room, just to make sure their boss wasn't right behind them. "Don't worry man, Benson's probably still in his office with Audrey, for some weird reason they've been in there all night." Right when Mordecai was about to point out what they obviously were doing, Rigby snapped his fingers. "Oh I know, Benson's fucking Audrey in the office!" Mordecai face-palmed after hearing his friend say that out loud. Rigby smiled deviously. "Speaking of which, do you fancy a wager?" . "NO WAY DUDE, remember the last time I made a bet with you and muscle man, I almost DIED, so HELL NO!" Mordecai looked at Margaret lovingly. "Besides, why would I want to risk losing my chance at a goddess like her?" Rigby pouted. "Fine then pussy, I guess I'll just go and see if Muscle Man wants to win 60 dollars. Mordecai almost drooled at thinking of having 60 dollars, and it had to be a really easy thing to do to, because Muscle Man was always stoned. "Well, maybe I could do a little wager, but NO wagers with diapers or having to kiss Margaret, I learned my lesson before." Mordecai shivered as he remembered for the second time that night the horrible bet he made with Muscle Man. "Ok, I can work with that!" Mordecai then realized how many loopholes he had left for Rigby to go through. "SHIT, you're gonna make this suck aren't you?" Rigby shrugged innocently. "What made you think that?" Mordecai just resorted to punching Rigby's mute button, (or in his case, Rigby's stomach) "Besides, If you pussy out you'l-UGH!" Rigby stopped talking when his mute button was smashed, HARD. "Just shut up already and tell me the wager!" Mordecai tapped his foot impatiently. Rigby rubbed his stomach. "It's simple dude, all you have to do, is ask Margaret out tonight, and if you do, I give you 60 bucks, but if you don't, you have to wear a sign around your neck for a week that says, and I quote, "I like to hump kids, keep your children away if they like their virginity!" Rigby guffawed at his apparently full proof plan for Mordecai's doom. "Dude this is like the same bet as before, but a tad better stakes, I'm not shaking on it unless you sweeten the deal." Rigby waved his arms in the air. "UGH FIIINNEEE! If you do it I'll throw in another 10 bucks and my nicest video game controller, now if that isn't a high stake, I don't know what is!" Mordecai thought about it for a second. "Welllll, I guess my answer will probably be..."
CLIFFHANGER, DUH DUH DUUUUUUUUU! Yaaa- Oh shit, apparently it's for the best if I just reveal the answer, because the reader will be, 'wanting more', (according to this stupid guy sitting next to me) Rigby: HEY NO ONE GIVES A FLYING SHIT ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK, TELL THEM THE ANSWER MAN!
"Yes, but I get until midnight, deal?" "Deal" Both friends shook hands.
THERE, U HAPPY RIGBY, THERE'S YOUR FUCKING ANSWER!
Peace peeps